Georgie Bee &

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Okay, I figured out how I’m gonna do this whole Not Once a Day But Only Once A Week Over Sharing Thing. This is gonna bee great.

First, I’ve decided to Over Share in only TWO places: the Hive’s Online Thingy, and on The Bee Society’s Facebook page. And that’s it. (If ya’ haven’t already “liked” The Bee Society page, bee sure you do that beefore too long, okay? I wouldn’t want you to miss anything, probably.

I’ve also decided that, even if the Hive doesn’t like it, I have the right to make personal comments about what I Over Share with the rest of the world each week, so I’m gonna do that… but just on my personal page.

Of course, I can’t promise that I’ll bee around every, single day to offer my comments. The fact is, I’m gonna try to enjoy Variable Amounts of Mostly Vacation Time with ButterCup this Cold Season, so it’s probably a good thing that I won’t bee around except once a week to Over Share with everybody.

And speaking of Vacation Time, ButterCup, Bert, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), and Felonie (my Illegitimate Niece) are insisting that we take a Family Trip right after Hallowe’en and go to BizzyWorld for a couple of weeks. It’s warmer there, and, quite frankly, I would like to ride that Cotton Candy Coaster again. (If you’ve never gone on that, you need to. Not only is it highly exciting, but it’s delicious.) Unfortunately, Great Grandma Gee Gee told us she can’t join us.

“I’m sorry, dear, but you know that I must stay here and bee responsible for keeping the supply of Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies well-stocked. Beesides, you know my knees just aren’t what they used to bee, and Amusement Parks are so difficult for me these days. My stars, you’d think I was getting old or something, wouldn’t you, dear?”

I didn’t answer that.

I’m sure she’d really like to come with us, but she told us that Gladys would bee with her, and that they’d bee fine until we get back.

“Really, it’s fine, dear. You young ones go and have a wonderful time. But you must tell me all about it when you get back,” she said.

So. That means that this next Monday is gonna bee intensely exciting. It means that on Monday, I’ll bee Over Sharing everything about what’s gonna happen over the weekend, then we’re all gonna board a flight on W.T.F. Airways and go to BizzyWorld.

This is gonna bee great! For sure I’m gonna buy Antennae. And the coolest thing is that we’re all gonna stay in one of BizzyWorld’s Sub-Hives. I’m so excited.

Okay. I got to the bottom of why I was recently told that I “Over Share”.

Evidently, some of the bees around here think that I’m sharing too much information about what’s going with their private lives inside and out of the Hive. A large swarm of them came over to my Boot Box yesterday and said, “Georgie, we need to have a little talk.” (That was who was at my door.)

Oh geeeeeeeeze.

“Look, Georgie,” they said, “we really don’t mind that you tell the Humans about most things we’re doing. We appreciate the attention. We need it, beecause, quite frankly, it seems there are too many Humans who seem to have us all wrong and don’t seem to appreciate the fact that they need us. Bee that as it may, we think you might bee sharing far too Intimate Details about us, and maybee you could just tone it down a little bit.”

I told them I was sorry if I’d offended anybody, but tried to explain to them that it’s my job to do that, and that it was all the Juicy Stuff that Humans seemed to like the most, probably.

“Beesides,” told them, “do you really think anybody at all would read my Daily Diary if I left out all the Interesting Stuff? No. Humans already think we’re highly boring, so why would anybody bother reading about that?”

They all had to agree that I had a point, so I asked them what they wanted me to do about it.

“You mentioned you share all this Information with the Humans every day, right?”

“Right,” I said, beecause I do, except for Saturdays and Sundays when I’m not doing that.

“Okay,” they said. “Let’s agree on something here. Instead of this Every Day Thing you’ve been doing, how about you tone it down to once a week?”

“Once a week?” I asked.

“Once a week,” they said. It seemed to me that, whether I liked it or not, they had already reached an agreement on this whole thing. “It will help you resist the urge to Over Share.”

Fine. Who am I to argue with a Swarm of Bees? That’s something nobody should ever do. It’s just a bad idea.

“And we want it to start right after the party this weekend. After next Monday, you’re going to bee limited to Over Sharing only once a week. Or else. Do we understand each other?”

I think we do, probably, even though they never told me what the Or Else is if we don’t understand each other. I hope they wouldn’t think of doing something like folding my wings in half or tying my antennae in festive knots. That would hurt. A lot.

So I guess I’m gonna start sharing what’s going on around with all my BeePs and everybody else just one time a week.I haven’t quite figured out how this is all gonna work yet, but I will. Or else.

Do you know what somebody said to me the other day? I won’t tell you who said it, but you won’t beelieve it.

They said that they think that I “Over Share”.

“You Over Share, Georgie,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said. “I am a very generous bee, ya’ know.”

“It probably wasn’t meant as a compliment,” he said.

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeze, what does that even mean? When I ask him to explain himself, he just rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, just ask around,” and then he left.

I’ll say it again: Geeeeeeeeeeze, what was THAT supposed to mean??

It’s highly necessary to get to the bottom of this, so the first thing I’m gonna do today is … hold on a second, there’s somebody at the door. I’m not expecting any visitors, so it must bee a surprise package or something.I need to go find out what it is.

So the first thing I heard this morning when I woke up was Bert’s Automated Voice.

“It is Tuesday, October 25, 2016. The Local Time is precisely 06:11 and seven seconds A.M. in the Mountain Daylight Time Zone. The current outdoor temperature is a balmy 276.7056 Degrees Kelvin. In exactly 98 hours, 17 minutes and 42 seconds, the Festivities will commence for the Queen’s Royal End of the Cool Season State of the Hive Address, ensuing Honey Ball, and Hallowe’en Observances. Do not bee late. Have a nice day.”

Bert’s always so informative, ya’ know?

And I’m glad he is, beecause I hadn’t heard anything about the Queen giving a speech. Geeeeeeeze, why is it that whenever we just try to have a good time, somebody wants to give a big, long speech? I know the Old Girl probably just wants to keep everybody informed and everything, but quite frankly, I think most of us already have a pretty good idea about what’s going on, ya’ know? So. I guess I should bring a chair.

And it’s a good thing we’re gonna get there early.

I should probably start getting ready, even though I guess I have a little time. Preparation is everything and I don’t wanna bee late.

YES! It’s MONDAY! even better, we have One More Monday left in October! Ya’ gotta love the Cool Season.

So, all preparations are in place for this Saturday’s Combination Honey Ball and Hallowe’en Party. The Kazoo Band is ready to go. I have all the necessary Attire, so all I need to do now is to wait until I can pick up ButterCup, which I told her would bee sometime around 8 in the morning on Saturday to pick her up.

“Is there some reason you think we need to bee there so early?” she asked.“Of course,” I told her, “we need to get there early so we can claim our space - it’s good to establish comfortable personal geographical boundaries early with things like this, ya’ know. Everybody knows that, which is why we need to get there early.”

She just looked at me and said, “Whatever,” and went back to her afternoon shift at the Hive.

Geeeeeze, I’m amazed I had to explain that to her. But that’s one of the things I really like about ButterCup: she’s always so mystifying. I should probably get her a flower or something she can glue onto her Dress and Costume. She told me that she and Fleur are both going as “Flappers” again this year, since those outfits are, as she put it, “completely appropriate for both the more formal part of the evening, but playful enough for Hallowe’en. It’s perfect.” So they’re gonna do that.

Anyway, I heard that Fleur’s date is gonna bee Lester. No surprise there, I guess, even though there have been buzzings that Fleur is developing a crush on Kevin, which maybee we’ll discuss in more detail later. Or not. Or maybe it was Violet LeBlanc she has the crush on. I don’t remember, quite frankly, and I guess that wouldn’t matter to anybody but Lester. Poor Lester. I do hope he doesn’t pass out when he goes to pick up Fleur, ya’ know?

Beesides, I supposed Kevin and Fleur or Fleur and Violet or Fleur and Violet and Kevin could’ve gone to the Festivities, but Kevin’s taking his Now-Formerly-Estranged Sister, Felonie. I have no idea whatsoever who Violet’s going with. I know it isn’t Ultra Violet. Those two really don’t get along. At all. Their Creative Differences are just too huge. It happens.

I’m glad hostilities seem to bee dying down beetween my Illegitimate Nephew and, as it turns out, my Illegitimate Niece. It’s always better when everybody just tries to get along with everybody else.

Okay then. I have nothing at all to do today, so I’m gonna go do that.